Offering to the Witching SilenceI stood before the window,
Piece by piece I removed my clothing, with the tall cold pane rising against me
And my warmth began gently seeping into the glass—
I closed my eyes, and let my breath slowly out onto that unrelenting surface—
And the spaces started to change—the dim, forsaken rooms at my back voided and arose into fog, and the barest detectable blue shades from the view at my face swallowed me in, just a bit more
Out there, just out of where my barely open eyelids would allow me to see, the gnarled roots beneath the woodland began to give way to clicking, scratching, twisting claws
There was a voiceless screaming rush, the window sill ripped up and the frame jerked away, I could feel their biting untangling hands, encircling my shoulders and my ribs
My neck threw back, I took another inhale and my throat usurped a different sound….
whyGreeting you at the door,why9 months ago in Personal More Like This
Your radiant face, with your warming voice,
Still such fresh memories I have
So quickly did I grow happy with you
And as the night aged gracedfully
As we spoke and sipped our tea
I drew closer to you just as slowly
I leant ahead of myself, sensing no resistance
And I placed my lips to your forehead,
Closed my palms easily about your sides
And squeezed you upward and into me
All the while I sent whispers of loving knowledge into your ears
While in my own I overheard you, firmly telling me to back away….
I did as you told me, in polite reserved tone I heard you call me Weirdo
And I couldn't believe it as you told me to get out.
---a week afterward, I came to your door again,
Hoping whatever I had committed I could explain.
I called to you, and immediately overheard you bolting the door.
…I asked to you let me in, I pleaded with you, my face straining,
Only to hear you Screaming at me to Get Away.
I ventured away, alone and in silence.
I was crossing my apartment